Things are not as they would appear, From within, falls this tear.
Typical stereotypes, little facades, you only see what's on the surface..
What of the Soul?
I see not, why hurt and pain, brings pleasure to some.
What is it they hope to gain? Is it a game, was it fun?
What of the Soul?
How does one justify, through pain and hurt, It's fun to watch 'em cry
as you treat them like dirt.
What of the Soul?
It lay shattered, in shambles, From within, falls this tear,
For your hurt and pain, has undoubtedly, taken its toll.
©LaPoint,F. 2008
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